Him's our hobman, Hob's man, him what gives his body over, over to Old Hob.
Old Hob, him he throws he's shadow over. Hob's man.
Don't you go a-steppin' in he's shadow, now.
Wi' he's eyes sees, wi' he's ears hears, wi' he's tongue speaks, he do, then.
Him don't wear Old Hob's mask, no. No, that old mask wear he.
Most ways, him's our man, like to me and ye. Most ways, any road.
Come Sabbat, though, him he throw he's shadow over.
Even everyday-like, though, be shadow of that shadow over he.
So mind ye don't go a-steppin' in he's shadow, now, ye hear?
Mind ye. Mind ye well.